Thursday, March 4, 2010

LOVE


Cards and Quarters,
Means to ends.
Surgeon General,
Warns against.

Safe in the knowledge,
A short walk back.
Punch-line, I ruin.
But we both laugh.

Leaves steeping longer,
Knowing glance.
Make our appearance,
Our minds have gone back home.

Brave in her movements,
Scared to dance alone.
There's a cave made of sheets and I,
I know we want to be inside.

Take of all of your clothes and climb,
Into a cave of sheets tonight,
Steal away. You and me,
to a cave, made of sheets.

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